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Demi scowled. “Were you picked on?”

One of my shoulders lifted. “Who wasn’t? But it was mostly my own antics that landed me on his examination table.”

Her expression eased with a chuckle. She smiled, flashing those white teeth at me, and it brightened some of the gloom that had moved in when recounting my lonely childhood.

“So you were a little troublemaker, were you?” she teased.

I grinned cheekily. “I was a little shit with a chip on his shoulder who instigated more than one schoolyard brawl.”

“And to think,” Demi sang, “you turned out so respectable.”

“Respectable, am I? Because I can think of more than one ‘unrespectable’ thing I’d like to do to you right now,” I rumbled, testing the waters.

None of us had touched her in that way since we’d gotten her back. We wanted to give her time and space to rest and heal, but I’d seen that beautiful spark of hers dim when the opportunity arose for us to make a move and we held ourselves back.

I respected the hell out of my pack brothers, but they weren’t always right. This was one instance where I disagreed with the majority to let Demi initiate intimacy, which could be hard for Omegas who needed to feel loved and pursued. Many times, they required their Alphas to take the lead.

Demi had all but expressed her desire for us to take charge during her heat, and if my instincts were correct, that extended outside of her nest.

She practically beamed, her smile chasing away any remnants of our heavy conversation. “Can you, now?”

“Mmm, you make it easy, Love. You’re bloody gorgeous, even when you’ve been teary eyed.” I reached up and traced the drying trail her tears had left in their wake.

“Bloody gorgeous. Love. I’m beginning to think this boarding school you attended was abroad.”

I chuckled. “You’d be correct. England practically raised me.”

Demi bit her lip, her face flushing before she said whatever was running through that interesting mind of hers. “The first time I met you, I thought you had the slightest accent.”

I let myself fall deeper into my British lilt. Like riding a bike, it came right back, thick and robust. “Does that mean you like it, Love?”

This time, when she shivered, it was for all the right reasons. “It’s sexy. You sound like Henry Cavill.”

I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me. “I don’t believe I like you thinking of sexy actors when I have you under me.”

She giggled, tipping her chin up in defiance. “You’re the one who called him sexy.”

“You’resexy.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not even close. I’m practically swimming in Hades’ shirt, I’m not wearing any makeup, and I have no clue what my hair looks like, but I’m sure it’s a nest of frizzy curls.”

I drank in the sight of her sprawled against the soft cushions. There was more color in her face now, that hue of pink so damn pretty. Freckles dotted her cheeks, and I wanted to kiss each and every one.

Unable to resist, I leaned down and pressed my lips in a line from the apple of her cheek down to her ear. I licked along the outer lobe, loving her responsive shiver.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Love.” Taking her hand, I boldly skimmed it down my abs, sucking in a breath and releasing a groan when I settled her palm over my erection. “You feel that? That’s all for you.”

twelve

DEMI

All the breathwent out of me at the feel of Eli in the palm of my hand. He usually wore slacks, but tonight he was dressed down in a pair of sweatpants that let me feeleverything.

“Is this okay, Demi?”

The husky question drew my attention from where I touched him back up to his face. There was a hint of hesitation in his warm amber eyes that I wanted to chase away.

Despite his uncertainty, the question sent a thrill through me. He cared enough to make sure I was comfortable, and he’d stop if he encountered even a trace of reluctance or doubt.

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